reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there
sorry if i accidentally annoyed or made you mad by what im gonna say:
i dont rlly say this much so ill just say it this once. please reblog. that's literally it. please reblog content that you read since it helps.
i know i can't control whatever the fuck do you want to reblog but literally, if you have time to like then what's the harm in reblogging? nothing. you don't have to add tags whenever you rb, you just have to hold the rb button to do a so-called "fast reblog" simple, isn't it?
yes, i appreciate the likes but tumblr isn't a platform like Twitter where ppl can see what you like. tumblr's exposure runs by tags and reblogs. the more reblogs, the better exposure and that will gain you more notes / attention.
personally, for me, i'm on the verge of leaving and actually deleting this blog. petty, i'm very aware. but if people aren't even gonna bother to reblog my content then what's the use of continuing to post content? nothing. so the only choice i have left is to leave.
but even tho i'm at this, i never left. why? it's because my ass still hopes that maybe, more people would reblog. maybe, my problems on this app can get fixed. maybe, i'll actually get the decent amount of reblogs i've been wishing for.
and yet it never happens.
my point is, reblog. that's all i literally ask for. even if i, myself, reblog those "why you should rb other ppl's content" posts, will you read it? most likely not. so it's best to create my own post saying about this goddamn issue.
but of course, this is social media. not everything i ask for is gonna happen. but hey, a person can dream, no?
Omg I saw you updated just fiends so I guess ur MacBook is working again ?? I’m so glad I really needed the next part for that fic cuz I really enjoy reading it I hope in the future we get more seungyoun fics or drabbles :( cuz I cant find new stuff here on tumblr:( thanks for ur hardwork keep going !!
yep it is working again! but i lost all my drafts and i have finals this month so it’s gonna take a while for me to update it ㅠ_ㅠ i can totally relate to you! we need more seungyoun fics here! i will probably write more during the summer haha i’m glad you enjoy the fic <3
pairing: cho seungyoun [woodz] x fem!reader, kim yohan x fem!reader
genre: university!au, friends to lovers, fluff
word count: 3.5k
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seungyoun watches yohan applying a new plaster on your wound in the cafeteria. when he did that for you, you looked like you were dying to pull away from him — so, seeing you being comfortable with yohan doing the same thing for you, he feels a tad of jealousy in his chest; he’s not your bestfriend! i am!!!
plus, why are you sitting beside yohan and not him? is he losing his bestfriend title to the younger guy whom you just met this year?
“hey, seungyoun!”
all three heads turn to the voice of the owner who’s standing next to the table you guys are having a quick lunch at.
seungyoun smiles at her, “oh, kayla.”
you let out a hiss when yohan wraps the plaster a bit too tight around your wound. he smiles apologetically at you and you decide to just focus on what he’s doing instead of gaping at the pretty girl who’s currently talking to your bestfriend.
“do you want to head to the lecture together?”
“yeah, sure.” you are slightly surprised to hear seungyoun’s quick reply. he waves the two of you seated a goodbye before walking away with the girl.
“they look good together.” you say to yourself which catches yohan’s attention as he also lets his eyes fall on the two.
he purses his lips, examining them carefully, “no, not really.”
“yes, they do!” you smack his arm lightly, “both of them are tall.”
he tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed and not understanding your reasoning, “just because they are tall doesn’t mean they look good together.”
you are about to reply with an explanation of why you think so when he cuts you off, “yeah, say that after you actually have good eye sight.”
speechless and being offended at him, you slap the nape of his neck this time. “i can see perfectly with my glasses on.”
“well, you don’t have them on right now.” he shrugs, getting up from his seat and throwing the trash away in a nearby bin.
not giving him a reply back, you squint your eyes at the direction your bestfriend headed to. of course, he is no longer in sight but the way he immediately answered yes to her offer and how quickly he left the table just to walk to their next lecture together makes you think that the pretty girl named kayla might actually have a chance with seungyoun, unlike other girls who fell for him.
maybe he’s finally going to get himself his long-awaited girlfriend.
“oh my god, y/n stop.” yohan’s voice interrupts your thoughts and he pulls you out of your seat.
you look at him confused, “i wasn’t even saying anything?”
“yeah, exactly.” he nods, “but your mind was speaking internally.”
“uh, duh? as long as i’m breathing and living fine, my brain will be working. looks like you don’t know much about how the human body works.” you retort, walking out of the cafeteria with him as you sip on the very last bits of your bubble tea.
“you sure you don’t like seungyoun?” yohan asks out of nowhere and you almost throw your bubble tea cup at his face instead of the thrash can you were going to throw at.
“will you ever stop asking that question? i said no!”
since after the two of you got closer, yohan always asks you the same question and you always repeat the same answer to him — no. he also likes to ask you if seungyoun likes you then, you still tell him no.
“let’s go on a date after this then!” he beams, the two of you stepping into the lecture theatre.
blinking at him with a disgusted look on your face, “no.”
“why?” he frowns, watching you climb up the stairs to sit at one of the middle rows. “you don’t like anyone anyways!”
“yeah, well, if you actually ask me out on a date seriously, maybe i would answer a yes.” you shrug, taking out your laptop. you know well you aren’t going to take any notes during the lecture but since almost everyone has either their notebooks or laptops out, you should too.
“oh,” yohan pauses. “i’m being serious though. let’s go on a date after this?”
you put your lips into a thin line and sigh, yohan is good-looking but he simply doesn’t know basic dating stuff. “rephrase it into ‘do you want to go on a date with me’ or ‘can i ask you out on a date today?’”
“okay, okay!” he grins, fumbling in his seat. “do you want to go on a date with me after this?”
you nod, showing him a thumbs up, “sure.”
you agreed to this date because you know very well that yohan is not serious about this. it’s called a date but the two of you will just end up hanging out as usual, eating at the beef noodle shop.
the lecture comes to an end after what feels like a lifetime and you let out a groan as you push your laptop back into your backpack. just as expected, you didn’t take any notes. you were busy texting with one of your friends who’s also in the same lecture and who was clearly not paying attention to the professor just like you.
“let’s go,” you yawn, pushing your shoulder against yohan’s arm, physically telling him to move quick and walk out of the row you guys were sitting in.
“you are yawning when you didn’t even pay the slightest bit of attention,” he teases.
you roll your eyes at him, “as if you weren’t playing candy crush, bro.”
“it’s called multi-tasking, dummy,” he sticks out his tongue childishly. you reply with a whatever as the two of you exit the lecture theatre and into the hall. you can’t wait to take an energy nap when you get back home.
you run your palm across your face, having enough of this guy. “i don’t think you’d ever get a girlfriend if you didn’t have the looks, yohan.”
“doesn’t matter because i do have the looks.” he shrugs, still looking around as if he’s in search of something or someone.
“can we go on this date already then? why are we ev—“
yohan cuts you off by suddenly calling out your bestfriend’s name loud — a few other heads turning around to look at him as well.
you see seungyoun leaves the small group he was talking to and walks towards you, his long legs striding. “you look exhausted.”
“thanks,” you nod, agreeing with him. “i just want to sleep.”
yohan lets out a whine, grabbing your arm, “no, you are not! you are going on a date with me!”
you stare at him, feeling like a babysitter who’s babysitting a 8 years old in a 20 years old body. “yeah, after that.”
“a date?” seungyoun asks, glancing between the two of you.
“i asked her out on a date.” yohan announces as if that’s the proudest thing he has done this month. “i wanted to ask if you want anything from the city?”
“we are going there?” you interrupt, not expecting that.
yohan just answers your question with a nod and awaits for the older and taller guy’s answer.
“not really,” seungyoun answers, his hand running through his hair. “have fun!”
yohan winks at him and points his chin at kayla standing across the room, “you too!”
before seungyoun can reply, yohan has already dragged you with him to the exit of the building.
“can we not go to the city, pretty please?” you pout, rubbing your palms together while chewing on your noodles at the same time.
just like you thought, the two of you are spending your date by eating beef noodles at the shop just across the street.
yohan sighs, glaring at you, “give me a good reason.”
“okay,” you start, sitting up straight in your seat. “first, i’ve only had three hours of sleep. second, i need to come back to the library at night to study. if we go to the city, that means my nap time will be shorter.”
“wow, you are really saying that to your date.” he says in disbelief, clapping his hands. you are about to feel bad because after all you thought, this is not a serious actual date. if he was serious enough, he would have planned it out properly.
“but i like the idea of going to the library at night to study so, okay!” he grins, slurping another spoonful of soup.
“you are coming with me?”
yohan answers a yes to your question and you also happily nod at that — since the two of you are from the same major, you can help each other when studying. it’s always good to have company when you are studying in the library too; it can get really boring sometimes that you have to start walking around as a study break.
because it’s a date, yohan pays for your meal and the two of you arrive at your accommodation in no time as sleep is slowly taking over you. you wave him a goodbye when the lift arrives atyour floor and head straight to your bed, not even bothering to change your clothes.
the alarm ringing from your iphone triggers your flight or fight as you jolt out of your power nap. you despise iphone alarms. you check the time on your screen to see it’s 6:30pm and you are supposed to meet yohan at exactly 7:30.
you haven’t even had your dinner. also, you still feel somewhat drowsy after taking a nap so you decide to hop in the shower to freshen yourself up. after that quick refreshing shower and admiring yourself in the mirror, you walk out of your bathroom smelling like vanilla and baby lotion — even though your lotion is not baby lotion, it still somewhat smells like it.
choosing to dress comfortably, you dress yourself in an oversized pale yellow coloured sweatshirt and brown sweatpants — not forgetting to put your hair into a ponytail as you are about to make dinner.
your dinner just ends up being your leftover curry from yesterday since you are running late. right in time after you finish your dinner, there are knocks on your door. you shout back a “coming” at the person - who’s probably none other than yohan - and leave your dishes in the sink before quickly slipping on your air forces.
the sight of yohan dressed as equally comfortable as you greets you when you slam open your door with a bit too much force. yeah, this guy looks gooood without trying. bless his parents.
if it wasn’t for yohan reminding you, you would have forgotten your puffer jacket. oh you just can’t imagine walking to the library in four degrees without a jacket on. the two of you arrives at the library sooner than expected — the chill wind and cold weather urging you two to walk faster.
you lead yohan to one of the usual booths you always study in. they are a lot more comfortable than the chairs in the silent rooms and the open area.
“wait, isn’t that seungyoun?” yohan voices out his curiosity and you squint your eyes at his like of sight, landing on a familiar figure despite you not being able to make out his features.
excitingly, yohan slaps your arm repeatedly several times, “oh my god, he’s with that girl from earlier today!”
“wow, look at him.”
yohan blinks at your emotionless tone but nevertheless, decides to walk towards seungyoun sitting at one of the booths.
“hey!” yohan starts, catching their attention by knocking his hand on the table. you stand quietly behind him with your hands in your pockets, eyeing your usual booth which is right next to them.
“oh, hey guys!” seungyoun smiles, his eyes falling on you. “how was the date?”
yohan giggles, acting bashful, “pretty fun.”
he notices the way kayla is just awkwardly staring at the exchange between them so he introduces himself, “i’m yohan.”
her poker face breaks out into a grin, shaking his hand. “hi, i’m kayla.”
realising that you have no choice but to also speak up or else you would just look plain rude, you also step forward to show her a friendly smile. “y/n”
“do you want to join us?” she asks, gesturing at the empty spaces — seungyoun sitting in front of her.
“it’s fin—“
“sure, why not?” yohan cuts you off and proceeds to sit down beside seungyoun. you clench your fist, wanting to swing it at yohan. how can he just do that without even looking at you!? you don’t want to sit with them! it’s awkward!
you still try though, “we were going to sit at the other booth anyways. kayla, you don’t hav—“
“no, i’m fine with it!” kayla says sweetly, waving her hands to show more that she’s okay with you joining them.
you reluctantly occupy the empty seat beside her and smile at seungyoun who’s staring at you. as someone who’s pretty confident in their own skin, you suddenly feel insecure, sitting beside a pretty girl.
you are suddenly very conscious about how you don’t have makeup on and how your hair is messily put into a ponytail unlike kayla who has her brown beautiful waves framing her face and a natural looking pink shade of color on her lips.
“our teammates left earlier. kayla and i are working on the same section for the project.” seungyoun suddenly speaks. you glance around to make sure if you didn’t miss anyone asking anything to him. judging from their reactions, no one did.
“okay...?” yohan pauses. “y/n and i woke up from a nap and came here.”
wow, why couldn’t he word it more clearly?
you clear your throat, chuckling nervously, “we didn’t take a nap together.”
“you are making it more weird!” yohan frowns but you return the same frown back at him, “you could have said it clearly.”
kayla laughs watching the two of you and you notice how she doesn’t cover her face with her hand whilst laughing, unlike you. you started doing it when you were young because you were insecure of your teeth but it has now became a habit of you to cover your face when laughing.
“are you two a thing?” kayla asks, smiling softly at you.
you scoff, looking at yohan disgustingly, “do we look like a thing?”
“you do.” she bobs her head cheerfully. “don’t they, seungyoun?”
suddenly, your adoration for her flips a switch and you find yourself being annoyed at how she just acted as if she’s closer to seungyoun than you. you’ve known him so much longer than her. he knows well about your friendship with yohan too. so why did she have to ask him like that — but that was just a question. you are being sensitive again. can your period just come and leave already?
seungyoun bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to the side, “not really.”
after that short conversation, the four of you proceed to do your own work — yohan groaning often due to computer science maths that doesn’t make sense and you mirroring his actions and mood except your mood is slightly more sour than his for unknown reasons.
since seungyoun and kayla are discussing about their project at the same table as you, it’s evident that you can’t help but be aware of what they are talking about. you are somewhat impressed by how seungyoun is actually quite knowledgeable.
true, you guys are bestfriends but you’ve never discussed about logical things and studies as the two of you have different majors. therefore, you’ve never witnessed him talking about lessons and such. you know he gets good grades. you do too, with the help of your peers and struggling on your own. obviously, you’ve spent time studying with him before but it wasn’t possible to guess whether he actually knows what he’s doing just from watching him work alone. now that you are hearing him explain about things you don’t understand to kayla, you realise that he’s smart smart.
kayla announces that she’s leaving and your eyes lay on your phone lock screen to check the time — you’ve been working for two hours. you expected seungyoun to walk her home or at least offered to do that but to your surprise, he doesn’t.
the moment kayla is out of your sight, yohan scoots closer towards seungyoun and nudges him teasingly, “study date?”
“this is university. take your highschool thoughts somewhere else.” seungyoun replies, jokingly glaring down at his younger friend.
the sound of you taking a few coins out from your purse catches their attention as both of them avert their eyes on you instead of glaring at each other.
“i’m gonna go get something to drink.” you answer their questioning stares while you get out of the study booth.
“wait, i’m coming too.” seungyoun calls out, shoving yohan away to step out of the booth as well. he doesn’t forget to ask yohan if he wants anything — which the younger guy replies with a giddy nod, asking for a bottle of cola.
figuring that the emergency stairs are nearer, the two of you use it to reach the third floor where the vending machines are located.
“getting coffee?” you ask, looking at your tall, well-dressed bestfriend who’s closing the door behind him after opening it for you as usual.
he nods, running his fingers through his hair, “yeah and maybe some chips or gummies too.”
“gummies and coffee? that’s disgusting.” you insultingly gag.
he rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction and a very few seconds of silence echoes in the stairway before he breaks it, “we are cool, right?”
his voice almost sounds nervous and worried that it even makes you feel the same, “yeah, why?”
“i don’t know,” he pauses, quietly opening the door to the third floor and follows after you walk pass first. “you are pretty quiet today.”
you can’t lie to yourself — yes, you’ve been quiet and somehow distant around him. you’ve noticed it since after the little incident he pulled last night. it wasn’t even his fault. he wasn’t even doing anything aside from him sucking the blood from the cut on your thumb and gazing at you with those hazy, powerful eyes.
it’s just all you who looked too much into small things and let your thoughts cloud over your mind, resulting in you acting weird around him.
you can’t lie to yourself but you can lie to him. “no? i mean, i don’t know kayla well so it’s a given that i didn’t talk much around her.”
you are not sure if he actually buys that lie you just spat out but he just replies with a hum and doesn’t push it further. he changes the topic as he clicks away on the touch screen of the vending machine, “so, you and yohan?”
“yeah?”
he whips his head at you so fast that it even looks like it hurts, “yeah?”
you blink, confused, “yeah? go on?”
“oh, you mean...” he nods to himself, letting out a humourless chuckle that makes you question internally if this is even the seungyoun you know. “you guys dating now?”
“bruh,” you sigh tiredly. “we went on one date which wasn’t even an actual date.”
“didn’t your heart flutter or something? you always say he’s good looking.” he says, handing you the can of iced coffee.
you smile adoringly at him for knowing exactly what you want without you having to tell him.
“just because i think someone is physically attractive doesn’t mean my heart is attracted to them,” you answer to his question. “i can’t see him as more than a friend and i’m sure he feels the same.”
“hm, how are you sure?” he asks, punching another code in — which is probably the cola for yohan.
you shrug, leaning against the railings behind you with the can of coffee in your hand. “it’s obvious. he only treats me like a friend.”
seungyoun raises a brow and walks towards you with a drink in each of his hands, “that’s it?”
“yeah,” you nod, looking up at him as the two of you start walking back to the emergency stairs.
“what do i do?” he exasperatingly groans, “i don’t think i can be friends with such a dumb person.”
“what?!” you gasp, stopping in your steps. “are you saying he really likes me?”
seungyoun looks down at you with a look of pity on his face, “please don’t follow me. you are so dumb, i seriously can’t be friends with you anymore.”
taking advantage of his long legs, he strides towards the stairway, leaving you speechless behind.
hello! if u don’t mind, can u tell us how many requests/imagines of seungyoun you are working on? 🥺 currently you are like the only author who writes about seungyoun and i’m surviving here bc of that, thanks for writing about woodz! 😭 also, i sent a request for seungyoun before but idk if it went through huehue
Omg thank you so much, Woodz really is so unappreciated! Other than the two series I have going (Turn, which is posting currently and Make Me Believe, which begins posting this week) and OnlyFools which is now in progress of writing, I have four requests that I’ve started on but am currently kinda stalled with:
1. Idol!Seunyoun/model!reader have a risqué photoshoot together and end up doing the do
2. Soungyoun with younger virgin reader, first time themes
3. Idol!Seungyoun/idol!reader where seungyoun has been thirsting hard for reader and finally gets to shoot his shot (and his load 😌)
4. College AU, student!Seungyoun is recruited to test condoms (with reader as testing partner)
There are a few requests for other idols/groups but Woodz has all of my focus because, I mean, obviously.
where did you requested woodz smuts? i wanna request too *^*
omg yes pls do. the more the better! tbh i don’t remember some accounts because i just requested most of the results that popped up when i searched woodz smut! some of them were obligatoryidolblog and i think, bigkpopstan! i also requested some authors [one of them was younwrld] who wrote for x1 but i’m not sure whether they still write or not ://
I KNOW YOUR REQUESTS ARE PILING UP BUT I DESPERATELY NEED TO SEE (more like read) SEUNGYOUN WITH ONLYFANS PLEASE IM BEGGING YOUDKHDIDMWISHSISSNLSIVMVU
Alrighty. Again, this took me like fifty million years, and it’s not completed. This is a part one of idk how many parts, but writer’s block hit me square in the face. Feedback would be GREATLY appreciated! I have more than this written but idk how much I like it, so I’d love for you guys to let me know what you think and where you want it to go.
“Fuck Yuehua,” Seungyoun mumbled, storming through his bedroom and flinging himself to the bed.
Pulling out his phone, he once more looked at the offending email. Once more, his company was basically refusing to promote him in any meaningful way. Tossing the phone to the bed beside him, he frowned at the ceiling, fuming. No matter how many songs he wrote, produced, recorded, his shitty company wouldn’t put any weight behind the work he was trying so desperately to share with the world. Poking out his bottom lip, he huffed, lifting a leg and letting it fall to the bed with a petulant thump.
Wanting to release a full length album shouldn’t be that big an ask. It’s not like he didn't have a backlog of songs ready to release. Hearing his phone vibrate next to his head, he turned to see a text illuminating the screen. Lifting the device, he squinted at the screen.
[Jamie] how’d it go?
[Youn] bullshit again. denied. 😡
[Jamie] sorry, youn, wish i could help.
[Youn] unless you’ve got like a buttload of money to throw to my studio…
[Jamie] lol sorry dude i’m not doing much better. lmao we should just start onlyfans for funding
[Youn] ??
[Jamie] ....dude you don’t know what onlyfans is?
[Youn] should i? is it like naver or vlive?
[Jamie] omg you angel 😂
[Jamie] i mean it’s kind of like vlive fanships? but for nudes?
Seungyoun nearly dropped his phone on his face as this information absorbed and he felt his cheeks flame at the thought. His thinking shifted quickly to the look on his manager’s face if he even suggested the possibility and he snorted as his phone vibrated again.
[Jamie] lmao did i just break your naive little brain, kiddo?
[Youn] no just picturing the look on my manager’s face if i even tried
[Jamie] bro he’d swallow his tongue
[Youn] remember when i posted the topless instagram pic? he’s more likely to just shoot me lmao
[Jamie] omg yes like can’t they let a bitch thirst trap in peace?
[Youn] apparently not, tho if it paid for my album i might risk it all lol 🤔
[Jamie] sweetie knowing your fans it’d pay for more than that
[Youn] people really make money off of that shit?
[Jamie] oh sweetie… you innocent angel
[Youn] lol stoppppppp
[Jamie] let’s just say the pay puts fanships, concerts, and album sales to shame 👀👀👀👀
[Youn] ...fuck
[Jamie] i’m just sayin 👀
[Youn] shit. risk versus reward, right?
[Jamie] it’s not like you listen to your company that often anyways, right?
Pausing to consider, Seungyoun debated whether he really could bring himself to that level. It wasn’t like he was shy about showing his body, but that was going to a level that he was not quite sure he was comfortable with. Shaking his head, he sighed, tapping at the screen of his phone once more.
[Youn] yeah yeah. idk, maybe if it wasn’t nudes
[Youn] the world isn’t ready for that 🍆
[Jamie] lmao ok sure 🤥
[Jamie] but jsyk it doesn't like have to be totally nude
[Youn] sounds like you put a lot of thought into this one
[Jamie] you’re not the only one that’s unappreciated lol 👀
Pursing his lips, Seungyoun deliberated, the new information circling. Swiping to the web browser on his phone, he quickly googled onlyfans. Reading quickly, he took a moment to reflect. If Jamie was right, this could possibly fund the album he’d been dreaming of putting out. Hell, more. He’d likely get in deep shit with Yuehua, but at this point he wasn’t sure he cared. Quickly swiping back to his convo with his friend, he typed, chewing at his lower lip.
[Youn] ok. how about this? i’m in if you’re in. i’m not getting my ass in trouble alone lmao
There was a long pause, the typing bubbles popping up and disappearing many times as he chewed at his lip and waited on Jamie’s reply. Finally the phone vibrated in his hand, and his pulse sped as a grin overtook his face.
[Jamie] well fuck. let’s do this.
***
The next day Seungyoun had set up the account, carefully taking and deleting about fifty pictures for his profile before deciding on one. With a shaky breath he prepared to make a post that would change the trajectory of his career. Quickly, before he could lose his nerve, he made a post and copied it across all his social accounts. It was simply a link to his freshly made onlyfans. Setting his phone down, he looked up, swallowing thickly as he watched his friend do the same. She tossed her phone to the couch between them, and their eyes met as she quickly grabbed the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table and downed a deep chug.
“Well. We did it,” she breathed out, wincing at the burn as she handed the soju to Seungyoun.
Both of their phones immediately illuminated, and their eyes met once more as Seungyoun took a shot of the alcohol in his hand and replied, “And it begins.”
Passing the bottle back, he answered the call as Jamie did the same, and they both tried not to laugh as the booze fired their veins and they each heard tinny screams from the speakers of their phones. They knew it was coming. But more importantly, swiping from the call, ignoring the voice of his manager, Seungyoun watched as his onlyfans blew up before his very eyes.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” he caught from his manager.
“I think I’m making my fucking album, one way or another,” he replied, grinning at the screen, “and I’m going to do it without showing the world my dick, so calm down.”
There was a pause, then slightly calmer words, but all Seungyoun could hear was the music he was about to create for his fans who were willing to bring his dreams to life themselves.
***
A fuzz of alcohol blurred his mind as Seungyoun laughed with Jamie on his couch at their pure luck. Neither of them were being fired, neither were being sued. That was a win, sure, but the true luck was that their respective fans had gone all in for this idea. Texts had flooded in from friends in the industry and it looked like they were about to become trendsetters after sharing the amounts of money their fans had already sent their way. They were riding the high of victory, and celebrating with far too much soju. Jamie clinked her shot glass with Seungyoun’s, giggling as her drink sloshed on her hand, then froze, her eyes going wide.
Downing the burning liquid, Seungyoun asked with a wince, “What?”
“Shit,” she replied, slapping a palm to her forehead, “Shit, shit, shit!”
“What, what, what?” he asked again, setting down the bottle and trying to bring her into focus.
“We have to post now. We have to… shit,” she replied after a moment, her eyes wide.
Seungyoun froze, his own cloudy mind racing as he realized she was right. Their fans had been so generous with them, so eager for this to succeed. Now they had to make good on their end of the bargain. Swallowing, he locked eyes with his friend, then looked down at himself. He was in ragged pajama pants and a stained t-shirt, his hair pushed back by a hairband. This was certainly not how he should be presenting himself to his loyal fans. Jamie wasn’t in much better shape, her clothing mirroring his and a sloppy ponytail currently disintegrating on the back of her head.
“Fuck,” Seungyoun breathed.
***
Trying to bring his form in the mirror into focus, Seungyoun shook his freshly washed hair from his face, letting it fall in shaggy, dripping spikes around his bare face. The towel slung low on his hips dropped to the floor, and he took a deep breath, studying his reflection to find any visual clues to how utterly smashed he was. Deciding he looked sober enough, he lifted his phone, his heart racing. Leaning forward, placing one fisted hand on the bathroom counter, clenching to pronounce the veins in his arms, Seungyoun opened the camera on his phone, aiming it at the mirror.
He framed his body, the mirror lightly wreathed in steam from his shower, and made sure that his cock was just hidden by the counter, the v of his hips accentuated by the pistol tattoo visible almost to the base of his dick. Making sure his pose was stable, he raised his eyes, meeting the camera in the mirror and letting his lips fall open slightly. Flexing with all his might, he snapped a few pictures, then quickly picked up the towel and dried himself, scrolling through the pictures to find the best one. After shoving his legs into a fresh pair of sweatpants, he tugged open the bathroom door and called out to Jamie in the kitchen.
“Come help me pick one of these,” he absently said, still studying his phone screen, picking every detail his drunken mind could register apart.
“Oh my god, Youn, I dunno if I want to see these pics,” Jamie groaned past a mouthful of eggs, “That’s more of you than I want to know about.”
“I’m not naked, come on, I’m too drunk for this,” he replied, dropping to a seat and pushing his phone across the table to his friend.
“That’s why I’m waiting until tomorrow when I’m sober,” she snorted, looking down at the phone he’d shoved at her, swiping through the pictures then shrugging and giving his phone back as she added, “They all look the same. Post any of them and your fans will combust.”
“You don’t seem too affected,” he mumbled poutily, quickly posting one, not letting himself overthink it any longer.
“Oh sweetie,” she chuckled, reaching across the table to pinch his cheek playfully, “You’re not the first idol I’ve seen topless, and you won’t be the last. Plus I’ve seen too much of your idiot side. Sorry, but you’re not my type.”
Gasping and clutching his heart in mock agony, he cried back, “You mean I am not every woman’s type?”
Seungyoun snagged her bowl of food from before her, dragging it across the table to pick at it as she smacked at his hand, shooting back, “You wish, kiddo!”
***
The sun streamed through the curtains over Seungyoun’s bed, glaring into his eyes, boring holes into his pounding head with its brightness. Groaning out a curse, he dropped an arm over his eyes, allowing the heaviness of his hangover to lull him back into sleep until he felt his phone vibrate on the bed next to him. Heaving his body to roll to his side, he lifted an eyelid to peer down at the screen of his phone. A litany of notifications illuminated his screen, and he winced, groaning as he rubbed his eyes and lifted the device.
Ignoring the texts from his manager, he found mention after mention on social media where fans had gone feral for his new venture, a few even reposting the picture he’d drunkenly posted the night before. He sighed as he studied the picture once more, knowing he should have waited until he was sober, but fearing the loss of his nerve. It wasn’t the greatest picture of him, nor the worst. His face was half covered by his phone, the steamed mirror blurred parts of him, but the fans seemed to be rabid for more nonetheless.
Pulling up onlyfans, he found message after message praising him, a few chastising him, and many requesting rather specific content that had his cheeks heating. Turning to the PMs, he found much of the same, but then a PM caught his eye. It was from a fellow content creator, and it simply said: Oh honey. You can do better than that. If you need tips, lmk. I’m a fan. 😘
Raising an eyebrow, he clicked to the profile of the person. Immediately he dropped the phone to his face, yelping and scrambling to lift it again. Skin. So much skin. And this was on the free profile page. Stilling his shaking hands, he gathered his wits once more. This wasn’t his first time seeing a naked woman for fuck’s sake. But as he took in the pretty girl who was mostly naked, in the most flattering poses, he felt his already half-hard cock spring to attention. He considered jerking off, but instead went back to the PM sent to him and replied: Ok. Help me out.
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